Chapter 4
Noah looked up at Marcus again, his bright, intelligent eyes scrutinizing the tall stranger.
“Mommy, he really does have dark eyes like us,” Noah whispered, pointing a tiny finger at the billionaire.
Marcus dropped to his knees right there on the wet asphalt, utterly unconcerned with his designer suit getting ruined.
He brought himself down to the boys’ eye level, keeping a respectful distance of ten feet.
“Hi buddy,” Marcus said, his voice dropping into a tender tone I had never heard him use before.
“What’s your name?”
“Noah,” my son answered boldly before I could stop him.
“And that’s my brother, Leo.”
A tear escaped Marcus’s eye, mixing with the raindrops sliding down his cheek.
“Noah and Leo,” Marcus repeated, as if committing the sacred names to memory.
“Those are strong names.”
“Marcus, stop,” I choked out, tears finally breaking through my own defenses.
“Don’t do this to them.”
Marcus slowly stood up, brushing the water from his knees, his dark eyes fixing on me with absolute resolve.
“I let you slip away once because I didn't know you were running, Evelyn,” Marcus stated firmly.
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“I will not watch you drive away today.”
“You are coming with me, or my men will follow your car to wherever you are living.”
